Fable
The investigation
Word spread that the investigators were arriving and immediately the main street, the square, the church and Master Scoldig’s shop swarmed with people coming and going, gathering, lingering on the doors, as if to say one more thing, as if waiting for further information. Master Scoldig himself went to the isba of Baba Iaga, but did not tell a soul.
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Fiction
Unfamiliar
Clementine watched eagerly as her mother placed more logs onto the growing pile for the evening’s bonfire. Tonight, will be the night, she just knew it. For as long as anyone could remember, witches and warlocks on their sixth year of celebrating Beltane, receive the gift of their Familiar from the forest. This year was Clementine’s turn.
By Bianca Pole3 years ago in Fiction
Talea has new stickers
Talea has new stickers from her birthday from Timothy. She was sitting in class; Miss. Jess asked everyone to complete Math’s homework. Talea finished her homework, and she has free time. She was making a card for Miss. Jess for teachers' day. Talea sticks red and orange hearted stickers on her purple piece of paper, she fold the paper so it looked like a card. Then Miss. Jess smelled something like strawberries and raspberries, so she asked everyone ‘Attention everyone, if you have food please come over to my desk,’ then everyone surrounded Talea.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Fiction
The Scaled Child
The child showed no fear as the shadow passed over it, cut through low hung clouds and returned to engulf this frail body in ultimate darkness. Indeed, the child merely reached out towards the leathery wings, the sharpened talons, the heat expelling from the nostrils. Sometimes the prey doesn't recognize the predator and this seemed to vex the dragon. It stood upright and beat heavy wings until the branches shuddered and the leaves fell. The child rolled backwards and came up laughing. The dragon, becoming enraged, tested it further, bringing one great golden eye within orbit of the child's face, blinking slowly until the lizard like iris revealed vague eons of a dominant species. The child merely saw itself in that domed reflection and smiled. The dragon sniffed at it to which the child let out a great sneeze, sending a gout of snot across the dragon's scales. It recoiled in disgust. It could eat this thing here and now and be done with it. It had done far worse for lesser transgressions. Yet something about this child made it appear bigger than the mere morsel it might offer the beast. It brought a claw down around the child, three talons encasing it like a prison cage. Then, careful not to tear the precious flesh of the babe, it scooped it up, clumps of earth and all and carried it through the air towards a cave in the distance. What sounds the child could be heard to make seemed almost joyous in nature.
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Fiction










